#returned:starter

Now that Christmas is almost over, can we please go back to some normality. It’d be nice to buy a loaf of bread without having to wait forever in the line.  

Montana wasn’t interested in festivities. ‘New Year’ wasn’t important. Nothing changed just because the calendar moved on and people were too hung up on this time of year. It was irritating. She had grabbed a coffee before everything closed early and was walking around, sipping her drink and keeping her eyes peeled for any odd behaviour. She needed to be on the alert after all. The dead were on the loose and that was no good for anybody.

Norah knew she needed to stay hidden but she’d desperately needed some air before she went stir crazy in that house. She was a bit anxious walking down the street though and when she spotted a vaguely familiar face in the distance, she didn’t even think twice before she flung herself back round the corner, pressing herself against the wall in a panic. She probably looked like a complete freak to the people around her and probably just drew attention... but she was scared and she didn’t want to end up carted off and experimented on or whatever they were doing.

Austin didn’t expect his arrival back to town to be anything like it had been. There were twice the amount of police on the street, though there was something different. More intense. Something he wouldn’t usually have noticed if he hadn’t been stared down as hard as he had been when walking down the street. He started to feel really uncomfortable. He’d wondered if this had something to do with Nathan, maybe they knew he was alive. He walked into the establishment and sat at a table. “What the hell is going on?” He muttered. 

Mason sat at the bar with a drink in his hand, he couldn’t stand to hear about the prison anymore or be shown certain clips of task force officers pulling resisting dead people away. He when he’d thought the channel was changed he stared up at the screen to see a young female by the looks of no older than nineteen being pulled away. He couldn’t bear that, she was only a year or two older than his own oldest daughter. “For fuck sake.” He spoke staring at the screen as she was forced into a vehicle. “Turn that shit off Benny.” He spoke to the man behind the bar. He’d like to think he’d become friends with the bartender, he used this mindset in order to believe it wasn’t sad that he knew the bartender's name. He noticed there was another gentleman at the bar, without another thought. “I don’t give a shit if you were watching that, what’s happening in this city is...” he shook his head trying to find the right word. There were too many horrible words to choose from. “well it’s falling apart.” 

The holidays had been more of the same as far as Gemma was concerned. Gemma had stayed in hiding as long as she could but now her supply was running low and she had decided to take the trip into town to stock up again. After scurrying round the rather busy shop and grabbing what she could, Gemma had hurried back out. The second she threw the door open however, a loaf of bread fell from the bag she’d been concealing everything in. “Ugh. Shit...”

She’d been hiding for nearly 2 weeks now. Staying in an empty warehouse. It had been doable, until today. Before she settled she’d stolen some canned food and water bottles from a gas station she passed. It had been shrinking by the day of course.